Come now!" Very quietly she turned and closed the window; then with a certain stateliness she advanced to the table at which he sat, and stopped before it.
"I think you are making a mistake," she said, in a voice that had a hint of girlish sweetness about it despite its formality.
He looked up then with a jerk, and the next instant was on his feet.
"Gad! I'm tremendously sorry! What must you take me for?
I took you for Mrs.Damer.I beg you will forgive me." She smiled a little, and some of the severity went out of her face.

For a moment that too seemed girlish.
"It is of no consequence.

I saw it was a mistake." "An idiotic mistake!" he declared with emphasis.

"And you are not a bit like Mrs.Damer either.

Are you waiting for someone?
Would you like me to clear out ?" "Certainly not.